Written in Arabic by:

Leen Jamal Bani Hamad

6th year student, Glory batch (Fifth batch) 2017-2023

After one week of starting my Forensic Medicine rotation in the 5th year I experienced a deep and an influential experience. I lived hard moments that are unforgettable. It was when I first entered the morgue, it was optional to go there or not and I insisted to get in. Moments Full of anxiety and fear with shaky slow steps. It was not the dissection or blood that scared me, but it was the scene of a deceased man and my thoughts when I first saw his body.

Its ironic how the human play and fight, gets angry, happy or sad, be strong or collapses weakly, be unfair and materialistic as if he is eternal in this life. Then with a glimpse of eye He is not alive anymore, A body with no soul, inanimate thing that cannot defend himself anymore.

There no lesson for us like death of somebody that we know. No one is stronger than death, neither an emperor or a poor man. All are equal in front of this bitter truth.

I realized then how weak I am, This scene killed any arrogance I've ever had. I believed that our lives are short crossing a bridge to the After-Life, We'll drink the same cup that every one who preceded us in all ages have drunk from one day.